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"your girl?" "My girl.."
Simon "Ghost" Riley x FEM!AFAB!Reader
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Synopsis: Your ex finds himself at your doorstep ready to beg you to take him back after he cheated on you, unfortunate for him, your "best friend" Simon was there on the look out for you..
Reader's body type was described as somewhat plump so yeah she's on the plus size/chubbier side but not specific, don't like that body type? Tf are you doing on my page then? This page is safe space for all body types (everyone for that matter) and I won't take discrimination against me or anyone else.
Hi lovelies! Lia here, is it just me or do drabbles do better than actual full length fics? I still cannot get over my last scenarios post not being recognized because it's been published but on private for more than three weeks, @connorsui lovie, I know you're there. I have both food for you here and on this post. Did I speed run this is 5 hours? Yes. This is coming out before the next scenarios fic 😭
If I told you guys this was inspired by a milkman bot session I had on c.ai, would you believe me? And yes it's the milkman, Francis from the game "that's not my neighbor", HE LOOKS TOO GOOD LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING??
Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simping4konig @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @thelightdjinnofpalestine @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @fawnchives @connorsui @capuccino192 @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @the-second-sage @starryylies @everlastingmoonlightsworld @keiva1000 @iexiam
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Is it any different to have a label? You always thought of that question, with your ex and now with Simon. Sure there was a label but he never made you feel as if you are who he calls you but with Simon it's different, it felt more than what you both labeled yourselves to each other.
Yet you've felt everything from guilt to grieve, having doubts wasn't uncommon for such a high risk exchange. Risking your friendship for something more like the eliminated boundaries set for people who are just friends are now set to the standards of those of a couple.
"Friends with benefits" is what it's called, not exactly the kind of commitment you dreamed of but it was mutually beneficial. You agreed not to catch feelings, well.. you were fucked to begin with, why would you agree to have no romantic connection to someone you already had feelings for?
What happens, happens I guess. You don't feel low after a high like you always did, Simon next to you, in your bed, your sheets and just surrounded by all the items that were both of his possession and yours. Too domestic for it's own good, for yourself.
Getting up felt like a crime, you shouldn't have to pull away from the warmth and comfort of his arms right? As much as you wanted to stay, you have to make breakfast, you promised him the night before.
You hauled yourself out of bed and to the kitchen, after picking up his and your clothes from the night before and into the wash cycle anyway. Making yourself your favorite morning drink before getting started on Simon's request.
Little did you know that Simon just woke up, panicking a little when he first gained his consciousness when he saw that you weren't around. His rationality set it, feeling stupid, pathetic and like a lost child for how he overreacted.
Walls were thin, muffled shouting and rapid knocking from outside your door alarmed him. The clicks of the locks as he walked out your room, he found you talking to the bastard who made you cry in the lieutenant's arms more times than he can count on both hands.
Simon couldn't help himself, his blood running cold as he saw where the bastard's eyes were.. that son of a bitch was staring at your chest that was peeking from your silk nightdress while you were berating him for even showing his face to your apartment in the first place.
Your Simon could only do what he's wanted to do for a long time now..
You felt stiff and ridgid arms wrap around your plump waist and hips from behind, you know that musky cologne anywhere. Simon moved the strap of your silk nightdress just a bit off your shoulder to kiss the center, you felt his kisses slowly making it's way to your neck.
Your face felt the hottest it's ever been, it took everything in your body to not shudder or close your eyes at his touch. You let out the softest sigh but your bliss was interrupted by your ex who was currently failing to find the right words.
Simon stops his kisses but keeps his lips right on that spot just at the gap between your neck and shoulder, he stares up to the man he called bastard, prick, twat, fucker and all kinds of other things, gave him a look that may as well tell him that Simon was about to commit murder.
"You..!" The "mangled looking mutt" (Simon's previous description of your ex) said that almost in a threatening tone however he bites his tongue as soon as Simon raises a brow, daring him to continue. Your ex tried to step forward into your apartment but Simon beat him to it, quickly slamming the door to his face.
You bite your urge to laugh as you heard your ex's face actually hit the door with a thud and crack as it was closed on him accompanied by a loud curse, with his angry stomps fading you felt a sense of relief.
That was short lived when those same two arms that kept you warm and grounded spun you around, you stopped yourself from whining because of the sudden distance of your back on his warm bare chest to now facing him. He didn't pull you closer but your eyes begged him to.
"I didn't know we were broadcasting it now, thought you said we looked like friends in the eyes of the world?" You managed to say so boldly despite how much effect his touch has on you.
"M'sorry love, I couldn't help it.. he was— I can't let him continue to upset and borderline harrass my girl then continue to look at you as if you're.."
Everything started to be muffled.. did he just say what you think he said...? Brush it off, just brush it off, it's probably just a mistake or a caught in the moment thing right?
"Your girl?" You said almost in a whisper to test the waters, seeing as he had no problem putting your ex in his place and claiming you.
Simon's eyes widened.
Oh.
Oh..
It dawned on him how much it meant that he actually said those two words, those same two words he's been avoiding like the plague. The same two words that would make him lose all his sense of control and mindfulness of the agreement you two made together.
Your breath hitched, shit what if he says it was a mistake? Would that hurt you? Simon knew it wasn't something unintentional. Going back, he had held it back for so long, in his head you were his and he was yours to do what you pleased with.
Simon did the only thing he could think of.
"My girl" he pulls you in, closer than he has ever had, holding you like today was the last day you two would ever be together. He's wanted to hold you like that forever, he will.
You cupped his face, looking him in the eyes with that look, he knew that look of doubt, essentially asking him if he meant it. It hurt but he knew that it wasn't your intention to and you needed to know if he was serious.
He managed to calm your nerves and give you reassurance with just the way he nods with his warm lips finding your neck again. You felt enough adrenaline to kiss him, like actually kiss him on his lips.
Romantic, soft and sweet yet passionate, Simon couldn't help himself, guiding and backing you up on the kitchen countertop. He took it as an opportunity to hoist you up on it by your waist, squirming a bit as the marble was like ice underneath your thighs, your legs propped open with him comfortably in between.
Of all the things, the grey sweatpants and refusal to even come close to wearing a shirt, it surely didn't help to calm where your mind is running.
He pressed his forehead on yours, closing his eyes and basking in the feeling of this with you, his breath on your skin felt different now...
Part Two: "your girl?" "My girl" (NSFW)
Part two is in @blingblong55's hands now because this is a collab and yes it's nsfw, I'll place the link here at the top when she graces us with her work and presence.
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s1m0nth3swag · 1 day
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Francis Mosses x GN!Reader
AUTHORS NOTE; Haven't written in a while, but thanks to Arlo, a friend (Hi Arlo, I know you're reading this), Inspiration about Francis Mosses struck (he bought me That's not my neighbor and then continued to freak out about Francis with me) so I wrote this. I have so many thoughts about Francis, so... tell me if you want more because i will deliver ngl. Enjoy (or don't, I don't dictate your feelings)
WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; Porn with little to no plot, Submissive Francis, a little non-consensual at the start (but not in a super weird way, imo?), Gender neutral reader (no pronouns used, tried to write as GN as possible with the compliments and thoughts about Readers appearance), not proofread nor have I thought about this much, more a drabble than an actual thoughtful story (not apologising because I had such a long break from writing anything and obviously it's gonna suck a little when I come back)
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!
The first time Francis had realised that he hadn't gotten any touch from another human being was when someone brushed up against him on his way home from work. He had felt like a creep afterwards because he hadn't stopped thinking about what could've happened if the person hadn't moved away and had just stayed pressed against him. That was a week before you started your job as a doorman.
The second time Francis had noticed was when a friend of his had spoken to him on the phone, talking about his new girlfriend. Said friend gave too much intel on their sex life. Francis had wondered if he could have someone the way his friend explained - he quickly brushed the thought off. That was two days before you started working as a doorman.
The third time, he noticed when you had smiled at him. It was your first day, and he was tired from work. You had repeated his name after reading it off of his ID, and he had looked at you for the first time since his eyes kept falling closed, and you smiled so brightly. You had told him his name was nice, and you said it again. Francis swore that the way his name rolled off your tongue was the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. Not even an angel could sound more wonderful. Suddenly, he was a lot more energised. Totally not thanks to the fact that he had immediately grown hard the second he had seen your smile. He had gone to his apartment that night and had jerked off for the first time in probably months. He had always been too tired to previously, but now he couldn't stop thinking about how you'd sound moaning his name. Maybe you were more of a groaner, or you'd whimper and whine. He came as he imagined how you'd look sucking his dick.
Since then, Francis has always looked forward to entry checks. What had normally kept him away from his bed and a good night's sleep was now the best experience of his day. He loved the way you spoke to him even though he was too nervous to respond. Sometimes, he deliberately didn't show his ID at first, just so you'd ask about it, and he could listen to you talk a little more. He felt guilty about it. He knew you had never agreed to feed into this weird little obsession of his. It was awful of him to do this - have you talk to him enough to give him more scenarios to think about that night.
A few weeks after all this had started, Francis had built up the courage to finally ask you out. Just something simple, dinner at his place. He had to cook for himself all the time. Cooking for you as well wouldn't be too different, right?
Francis was wrong. He was anxious that the food wouldn't taste good and kept tasting it just so he could make sure it hadn't mysteriously switched tastes in the last 20 seconds. When you knocked on his door, he took a minute to make sure he didn't look like a mess - though you wouldn't mind either way since he always looked like a mess when he came through during your shifts.
You looked so good when he opened the door. Your hair fell perfectly, your lips looked a little too kissable, and Francis had to stop his train of thought just so he wouldn't embarrass himself by having yet another boner caused by just the way you looked. You were a little shorter than him, smiling up as he let you inside.
"You look good." He mumbled, his cheeks flushing. He seriously had to lay off thinking like a high-schooler. His nervousness and awkwardness were getting really annoying - to him, at least. You grinned, chuckling softly as you took off your shoes. "Thank you. You do as well." His heart for sure burst at that - he knew something else would burst as well if he didn't stop thinking right this second.
Throughout the evening, ignoring his thoughts came easier and easier. The two of you had eaten, you had told him he was a good cook, he had almost excused himself to the bathroom because of it. Now you were sitting on the couch, drinking wine and talking casually.
"You know, when you first walked through, I swore I would die." You giggled, looking at him with a mischievous look. Francis was confused by that statement. "How come?" He asked, tilting his head at you in question. "I was sure you were a doppelganger. You looked too handsome to be real." You cheekily answered, cheeks slightly flushed as you downed your wine. Francis blushed heavily, looked away from you, and thought about your words for a moment. The silence was loud as he wondered what to answer. "..you think I'm handsome?" He questioned while looking at the floor. If he had looked at you, he'd have seen the way you stared at him, your own cheeks coloured a deep red. "Extremely." You muttered. It took him a minute before he could look at you, but when he did, his lips pressed against yours in a desperate kiss.
When you reciprocated, Francis groaned and pulled you closer until you sat on his lap. He was just a tiny bit embarrassed when you gasped and felt his dick press against you. In all honesty, he had held back the entire night, and he was allowed a little selfishness. "Sorry. Can't help it." He muttered between kisses. You just grinned against his lips before grinding against him. A whimper fell from his lips - that was the moment he was actually embarrassed. "That's cute.." You had mumbled, a cheeky grin on your face as you started placing kisses against his jaw and neck. One of your hands trailed down his body to rest right over his crotch, Francis unconsciously bucked his hips up against your hand, whining. He didn't notice anything else as you caught the skin of his neck with your teeth carefully, leaving the softest bite mark on him. He shuddered at the feeling and gasped before realising that you had meanwhile unzipped his pants. A groan slipped from his lips as you ran a finger over his dick, still hidden from sight by his boxers, but god knows he would cum the second you'd touch it without. "Is this okay?" You asked him, and he nodded faster than he even knew he could. "Yes. God, yes. Please, please continue.." he muttered, his breathing heavy as he watched you slide off his lap, settling in front of him and between his legs. His dick twitched at the sight, and he let out a heavy sigh. Minutes later, his pants and boxers were discarded, and the way you looked up at him, his dick so close to your face, made Francis feel the way his orgasm was approaching way too quick. The second you wrapped your hand around him he whined pathetically, bucked up into your hand and knew that he'd definitely cum too soon. Your hand was so soft, cool against his hot flesh, and you worked his dick so good he almost thought you were a professional. He looked down at you through lidded eyes, watched the way you bit your lip, and grinned knowingly. "Such a pretty boy, huh?" You chuckled, and that definitely sealed the deal for Francis. He came, probably ruining his shirt as he dirtied both it and your hand. His heart stopped for a second when you licked your hand while looking up at him. "You didn't give me enough time to taste you properly. Don't look at me like that." You huffed, rolling your eyes at him. "You should probably take off your shirt so you can clean it later." You then winked. He swiftly shed the piece of clothing, entranced by your voice and the way you looked. "Sorry, didn't mean to cum that fast.." he mutters, his voice out of breath. "Jus'.. unused to... this.." he added, clearing his throat awkwardly. You laughed and shook your head. "Don't worry about it. We have all the time in the world to make you last longer. I'm gonna give you a real reason to be tired tomorrow." You winked.
Francis didn't even mind that he was in for a long night.
Your honour I am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.
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literallyangeldust · 2 days
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Can you maybe do platonic Charlie with a male reader who sees her as a big sister.
જ⁀➴ Sisterly! Charlie x male reader (platonic!!) ๋࣭ ⭑
you see charlie as a big sister! <;3
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๋࣭ ⭑ Request: requested :D
๋࣭ ⭑ TW: none!
๋࣭ ⭑ Word Count: 469
๋࣭ ⭑ Timeline: after episode 8
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You and Charlie were sitting covered in glitter and various other things. You were making some posters to promote the hotel. You had already knocked out a few but you couldn't help but think Charlie was stressed. Given the whole battle and everything that has happened it made sense for everyone to be a bit stressed. The new hotel design was nice but definitely different. It also was much different with Lucifer living at the hotel full time for now. Charlie let out a groan and you looked questioningly at her. “What's wrong?” you ask and she looks at you before fidgeting with her hands.
“It's just… what if the hotel doesn't work after all?” you just smile and place a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure it will work! We just have to have faith.” Charlie smiles and nods. “Yeah! We just need to think positively!” She goes back to happily working on the posters. You smile as you look over and notice Vaggie walking over. “What's going on over here? Everything is working out okay?” you nod to Vaggie. “Yup! We're doing fine! Wanna join?” you say and Charlie perks up and looks at Vaggie. “Yeah! You should make a couple posters!” then she lets out a gasp. “Oh my gosh this could be an exercise! I gotta go get the others!” She stands up and goes to grab the other residents as Vaggie takes a seat on the couch. “Welp guess this is a group activity now.” you pout slightly and sigh. “I was kind of enjoying spending time with just Charlie. I'm also terrified for Angel to make a poster.” you say grimacing at the idea.
Vaggie chuckles with a small smile. “Yeah that sounds like a terrible idea.” Soon Charlie comes back with Angel, Husk and Niffty. Alastor wasn't there which wasn't surprising, he doesn't seem like the glitter and crayons type. “Alright! We got everybody!” she smiles and plops back down on the chair. “What about Luci?” you ask and Charlie just says “He went out this morning and hasn't got back.” Charlie then begins explaining everything to them. Everybody doesn't seem too thrilled except maybe Niffty, who had already begun throwing glitter at the paper and grabbed a bug from the ground and glued it to the paper as well. Soon everybody began working knowing Charlie wouldn't let them out of this.
After everyone had finished their creations just had you suspected Angels was very sexual. This was very chaotic indeed. But after all of that you go put your and Charlie's poster up (and Nifftys after she insisted it would be great to have people see her bug killing skills). Hopefully this gets more people to come and get redeemed. If it works, which you hope for everybody's sake it does.
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just a small drabble! I actually love charlie shes such a sweetheart!
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macaroonff · 3 days
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Deep side of the pool- Yang Jungwon
feat. Wingman Jungwon but he's secretly in love with you
Lowkey angst
1.1k words (this was meant to be a short drabble but it became longer >"< )
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"Falling in love is similar to how someone gets into a pool," Jungwon says philosophically, staring into the distance, particularly at the chaos unfolding, with the others dragging Sunoo into the pool.
"Weird metaphor, what makes you say that?" you ask, humoured by his timing, as Sunoo falls in with a resounding splash.
"Well, there's people like me who dive into it headfirst, uncaring of how deep it is, unafraid of the fact that our feet may not touch the ground," he continues now looking at you ,"and then there's people like you, who dip your toes in first, checking if the temperature's alright, then you'll put your entire feet in sitting along the edge, testing the waters to see if its ok to go in. If you like it, you'll go in, if you don't then you won't; even if you see the other person frolicking in a frenzy."
"What about Sunoo? He was pushed in without a warning," you ask playfully.
"That's just fate I suppose; life, as well as love is unpredictable."
You laugh his observations off, although somewhere you knew he made sense. Sure, you liked to take your time, ensuring that the person you were going to invite into your life was deserving of that trust.
"I'm quite proactive actually," you retort.
"Yeah if proactive means hanging on the edge of this pool, worrying about your crush balancing on a floatie. Just go talk to him," the red haired boy notions towards Jake, who, despite being the best swimmer amongst you could barely keep himself up on his pink donut floatie.
You look down at your feet, kicking it gently until the tiny waves spread like a stack of rings around the two of you. After a few minutes of repeating this action, Jungwon lets out a sigh in boredom.
"Let me show you how I fall in love y/n," he says getting up, while you watch in curiosity. Water drips from his thighs when he's up, and creates a trail as he moves a little further from the edge. He looks at you and waves his hand in a motion telling you to move, and so you do, out of his way. He runs towards you as fast as he could before taking a big jump, another splash that gets droplets of chlorinated water on your hair. You were about to complain until you see him laughing until his eyes resemble those familiar crescents, his entire head, now wet thrown back as he does so.
"Look, my feet touches the floor. You'll be alright too," he adds as reassurance, holding out his hand, offering to help you as you get in.
You accept graciously, and walk through the shallow parts with him, hands gripping on tightly. Slowly he leads you towards Jake, a grin taking over as you get close. Was what he was going to do next middle-school-boy-who-doesn't-know-how-to-talk-to-their-crush-level-silly? Yes. Was it going to work? "You don't know until you try," he thinks to himself. He lets go of your hand and pushes you towards Jake, who was in the deeper side of the pool.
You're taken by surprise and feel yourself fall below the surface, as you try to keep your hands above water, feeling it go into your ears, the chlorinated water stinging your eyes. The feeling was only temporary though, as you feel arms wrap around your waist firmly, pulling you up until you feel the sun hitting your closed eyelids. You feel someone pushing your hair back gently, water dripping from their wet hands. When you do blink your eyes open, you have your breath taken away. Jake stood their under the sunlight, his wet hair slicked back, his golden tan glowing. He was ethereal, and you catch your self staring at him as he scolds the younger one. "Jungwon-ah! Why did you push her?"
Jungwon shrugs, "It wasn't me," he screams, sending you a poor attempt at a wink, before getting out of the pool to join Heesung in the basketball arcade game.
"I'm so sorry for that," Jake says, in his familiar accent that you loved so much. "Here, hold on ," he takes your hands and puts them on his shoulders, where you could feel his muscles flex as his grip on your waist became lighter, leading you towards the floatie he was on. You offer him a small smile, because you were too nervous to physically thank him.
"Wasn't Jungwon teaching you how to swim?" he asks, reaching an arm out to pull the floatie closer to the two of you. "Not really, it's just that we start of serious, but end up splashing about, and I don't end up learning much. He chuckles, and you hear the melody resonate around you, causing your cheeks to heat up. "I'm looking for someone to teach me properly actually," you say shyly, hoping he got your hint. Since he was a fantastic swimmer, this excuse might actually work.
"I don't mind teaching you," he replies, a small smile settling on his face, "If you're okay with that?" You nod in excitement, and he finally lifts you up onto the floatie, gently dragging you along the pool as you continue in conversation. All in all you were glad Jungwon had given you that one push, physically and metaphorically. You look back to give him a smile of appreciation, and see his brows furrowed, what you assumed was because of the harsh sun.
From the other side, Jungwon couldn't help but be somewhat bitter. He was bitter about the fact that he lied to himself. Unlike what he told you, Jungwon loved similarly to you. He was definitely the type to dip his toes in carefully, testing to see if the temperature was okay, except this time, he went a step further- running away. Did he smile back at you when you acknowledge his efforts at match-making, being oblivious to his love? Of course he did, because even being friends, and assuming this unassuming role would be okay as long as you continued speaking to him. He was too scared to cross this invisible line, too scared to end up near the deep side of this massive pool in your heart.
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wannab-urs · 5 hours
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The King Has Lost His Crown
Pairing: ex!Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader
Summary: Dieter shows up on your doorstep
Tags: dieter being a pathetic loser, drug mention, angst WC: 703
A/N: This is my entry for @freelancearsonist's ABBA Drabble Challenge. I could have gone smutty with this, but I went angsty instead. I may still write the smut version later idk.
Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi
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You sit down on your couch with a glass of wine, settling in for a nice evening of watching mindless TV. Your phone starts buzzing – Dieter Bravo is calling you. You’ve removed his contact, but you couldn’t ever bring yourself to block the number you know by heart. You hit the red Fuck You button and toss your phone to the side. 
Throughout an entire episode of some shitty reality show, your phone lights up with texts. You finally pick it up to read them:
Please answer the phone
Its Dieter 
I miss u
Can u call me pls?
Baby
Baby
Baby
Baby ]:
Just as you’re about to tell him to fuck off, your doorbell rings. You check the ring camera and see that he’s standing on your fucking porch. You hope LA suddenly has a cold snap and he freezes to death out there. Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. But he could stand to lose a toe or two. 
He rings the doorbell again – starts just continuously pressing the button until the sound drives you so crazy you have to open the door. And he’s standing there looking like an abandoned puppy in his brown fuzzy coat and a pair of basketball shorts that are too long. You used to find his disheveled appearance endearing, but now it just adds to how pathetic he seems. 
“You have 10 seconds to explain where you found the audacity to show up at my house, Bravo.”
He winces at your icy tone, brow furrowing over those pretty brown eyes. He tugs a few strands of his hair, making it stick up even more.
“Baby, just let me in and I’ll explain everything.”
“No. Explain here.”
Dieter sighs, world weary, long and drawn out. You go to close the door on him, but he shoves a croc covered foot into the crack before you can get it closed. 
“Wait!”
You open the door enough to see him, but not enough to let him push his way inside the house. 
“What happened with your new girl, Dieter?” 
“She wasn’t you.”
For a second you almost believe him. Almost. But liars never change. 
“Don’t give me that bullshit. What actually happened?”
“What do you think happened?” He mutters, rolling his eyes. 
“I think you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, as usual, and she got fed up.” 
“Yeah? Well. Maybe you’re right,” his tone shifts to something like shame, his face turning red. “Are you gonna let me in?”
“Oh absolutely not. You really think you can show up here after getting dumped for cheating on the girl you cheated on me with? Do you think I’m stupid?” 
“No,” his brow furrows even deeper. “Of course not. I just thought–”
“It must be so hard for you. All the drugs and pretty people you could ever desire and all you ever do is fuck it up. You’re a disaster. A fucking disgrace. I bet your mamá is real fuckin proud of you. Get out of my face, Dieter. Get off my porch. Go fuck someone else’s life up.”
You slam the door in his face and start crying immediately. The tears come faster than you can wipe them from your face, leaving tracks down your cheeks. 
You loved him, you really did. Maybe you still do. But you can’t put yourself through that bullshit again.  
–-
Dieter slumps down on the doorstep, not quite ready to accept defeat. He thinks you’ll come out soon, offer him a cup of tea and a snack, maybe cuddle with him on the couch. 
His life is a mess, but the one good thing he’s ever had was you. He lost you and it was completely his fault. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get over you. He needs to win you back, prove he can be a good person, a good partner. 
He leans back against the door, prepping for an uncomfortable night – sober and stuck outside. He falls asleep eventually and wakes with the sunrise. You never came out to get him. Didn’t even offer him a blanket. You are well and truly done with him, and he only has himself to blame.
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lieslab · 3 days
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Love is a spider
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Pairing: og8 X gn reader
Genre: Comfort/hurt
Word Count: 9.5K
A/N: To the requester, I may have went a bit overboard by a bit. Can you blame me? Anyway, in these drabbles, you're a bit of a people pleaser and the guys kind of clock you for it. Some of them are softer than others. Hyunjin's is a little angsty because a little angst adds some spice.
I'm so sorry this is out a little later than planned. I have had literally one of the worst weeks of the entire year. I hope that never happens again. Never fear, life goes on and we keep trudging along. I hope everyone is slaying and finding their own versions of happiness. It's almost over now, but happy six years to the band!!
You can ignore the rest of this, but I'm going to ramble because people pleasing can really suck. I wish brains weren't wired that way because people pleasing is not the least bit swell when it's destroying you from the inside out. Some of you baddies out there need to hear that it's okay to put up boundaries and focus on your own happiness.
I wish someone would have screamed that in my face at some point when I was younger. It is okay and normal to put up boundaries. It is not okay for people to walk all over you, belittle you, and cause you mental or physical harm. You are allowed to take up space.
There is one quote that says "stop breaking yourself down into bite-sized pieces. Stay whole and let them choke." I love that quote. I used to be one of the biggest people pleasers around and it made me so miserable to the point where I quite literally had a full mental breakdown. We're only meant for so much until we break.
Practice makes perfect and the more you practice saying no, the better you get at it. The better you get, the easier it is to reinforce boundaries. The stronger the boundaries, the more strength you have, the easier it is to say no. It's so much easier said than done, but I swear, once you start it, it makes life so much easier.
Also the title of this drabble is inspired by the song 'Spider' by Kai Bosch. It's so good and actually one of my favorites at the moment. I keep looping it because that's how much I like it. Now that I've rambled, please enjoy <3
_ _ _
Chan:
Dating Chan had its pros and cons. On one hand, you never had a better relationship with anyone before. Since he was so used to being out in public and interacting with multiple different people, Chan wasn’t afraid of your romantic relationship. 
He knew what he wanted and he communicated everything perfectly. Every want, every need, every like, and every dislike, you knew them. On the other hand, you were still figuring out how relationships worked properly. The last romantic relationship you fell into, it left you scarred in more ways than one. 
That’s why it took you so long to finally agree to meeting the rest of Chan’s band. It was a huge step outside your comfort zone. The whole day, Chan had been gushing and practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. 
You weren’t just nervous, you were terrified. Your stomach churned uncomfortably with anxiety. You kept zoning out and internally freaking out. There were so many thoughts inside your head. 
What if they didn’t like you? What if you made an awful first impression? What if you screwed something up and made a fool out of yourself? What if they thought you were insufferable? On and on, the thoughts spiraled out of control. 
Before you knew it, Chan was driving you to his dorm. It was the place where he figured you’d be the most comfortable. Plus, the guys could scatter about and do their own things. All the attention didn’t have to be on you. 
It seemed to be going alright for the first few minutes. Chan introduced all the guys to you and a few minutes later, you needed to use the bathroom. Glancing around for Chan, he had moved out into the kitchen to help Lee Know and Felix with cooking. 
Left alone amongst the other guys, you sucked in a deep breath trying to contain your inner panic. A few feet away, Han picked up on your discomfort and asked if you were alright. Upon realizing that he knew your mood, you quickly apologized. 
He brushed it off and more time went by. Eventually, you were led to the bathroom. When you came out, you bumped straight into Seungmin. Apologies flew out of your mouth rather quickly. He laughed and brushed it off. 
You apologized multiple times throughout the night, even when apologies weren’t needed. Like the time you accidentally spilled your drink. When you sat in a seat that was apparently reserved for Jeongin. When you grabbed a paper towel for Chan and accidentally tore a rip across it. 
Chan knew you struggled with anxiety sometimes, but as the night went on, he started realizing just how much you were apologizing. Every time you did it, you looked terrified, almost like you’d be yelled at or lectured. It was to the point where it was getting concerning. 
Felix made brownies for dessert. While eating one of them, crumbs fell on your shirt. When Hyunjin pointed them out and began laughing, along with an added joke from Seungmin, you looked like you were about to cry. 
Beside you, Chan shot the two of them a warning glare to knock it off. They quickly changed the subject to taunting Jeongin for a terrible dance move he performed during practice. The attention went off of you and onto the three of them. 
While the guys were distracted, Chan grabbed your hand and tugged you into the safety of his room. It smelled like the cologne he always wore. Comfort flooded your system easily. 
“I’m really sorry,” you started after a few moments. 
Chan frowned, feeling confused, “for what?”
“For messing up this thing with the guys. I understand if you want to break up with me. Actually, I can just let myself out.” You reached an arm out and headed towards the door. 
Chan leaned forward and grabbed your wrist gently. “Baby, what are you talking about? You haven’t messed anything up.” 
“I’m a mess. I’ve ruined so many things tonight. I’m sorry, I-” A lump began to form in your throat. 
Chan gently pushed a finger towards your lips. “Why are you apologizing so much? You haven’t done anything wrong.” 
You moved your head away with a sniffle. “Yes, I have. I’ve done dumb things and made people uncomfortable. Apologizing is the right thing to do.” 
“Made people uncomfortable? You haven’t hurt anyone’s feelings.” 
“I took Jeongin’s chair for dinner.” 
“That’s not a big deal, baby. The guys never have assigned seats. They were just screwing around like they always do. Did something happen somewhere that made you feel like you always have to apologize?” 
“But it’s the right thing to do.” 
“Yeah, when the time is right. You don’t need to apologize over the small things, sweetheart.” 
“The last person I dated kind of made me feel really shitty a lot. They didn’t like a lot of the things that I did and they weren’t afraid to tell me.” 
“So…you apologized?” Chan guessed with a raised eyebrow. 
You nodded. 
“From now on, you’re not allowed to apologize for little things. Every time you apologize for something little during the rest of the night, I’m kissing you in front of the guys.” 
“We can’t do that! I’m sorry, but w-”  You were cut off with soft lips against your own for a few moments. When Chan pulled away, your cheeks were dark red. You swallowed and tried to regain your composure. 
“Aw, you’re so cute when you blush. I guess you’d better stop apologizing, I mean, unless you want the guys to see us kissing.” A teasing grin began to stretch across his face. 
Without even thinking about it, you reached up and playfully slapped his chest. Realizing what you did, panic flooded your face. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! I-” 
You were cut off once again by his lips against yours. 
_ _ _
Minho:
With a sigh, Minho kicked off his shoes and placed his car and house key onto the stand by the door. He jerked off his jacket and hung it up on a hanger. Trying to be as quiet as possible, he crept towards your shared bedroom door. 
His feet slid over the floor through the darkened house. His fingers grabbed the brass knob to the bedroom and he slowly opened it. The soft hum of the fan filled the air. The room was pitch dark. He pushed the door open further and stepped inside. 
“Minho?” Your voice called out. You popped up out of your bundle of blankets and turned on the bedside lamp. Both of you blinked at the sudden brightness. 
“You’re up?” He asked. “You’re seriously up, again? Baby, it’s really late and you have work early in the morning. I know you want to see me, but you need to get some sleep.” 
“I know, but I wanted to see you.” A frown filled your face. “I missed you so much and I just couldn’t wait.” 
He moved over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas. You watched his bare back as he ripped off his shirt and slid into a different one. Realizing you were staring after a few seconds, you averted your eyes. “So how was your day?” 
“It was alright,” he shrugged. 
“You’re not going to give me the specifics?” 
“Nope. Not now. We can talk about that in the morning. Right now, you need to get some sleep.” 
“But I-” 
“Nope. Have you seen yourself lately? You look like you’re sleep deprived.” 
“But I’m not!” You tried to argue back. 
“Is that why you keep taking naps on the weekends?” 
“Well…” You couldn’t fight back because he got you there. Staying up after midnight really was taking a toll considering that you had to be up at six in the morning. The days you stayed up later, you struggled through exhaustion. 
Lately, you spent your days nursing coffee and energy drinks, trying to bring back the momentum, but they could only do so much. Recently, it seemed like you were more irritable and Minho was right. Brown bags sat beneath your eyes, your energy was low, and your co-workers kept making sure you were alright. 
“I don’t want to make you unhappy,” you finally got out. “I really love you, you know? You usually look really excited when I’m still up. I like greeting you when you get home. I just want to make you happy.” 
Minho headed over towards the bed, pulled down the blankets, and slipped beside you. “You make me happy in a lot of ways and I love you too. Trust me, you won’t hurt my feelings if you’re sleeping when I get home. In fact, I want you to be sleeping.” 
“I love seeing you, but you look really cute when you’re asleep too. Imagine if you woke up in my arms. That sounds so exciting. Imagine you get enough sleep and you wake up to me holding you. The perks? You get enough sleep and I get to snuggle you.” 
“And you’re okay with that? Because I could continue to stay up and I-” 
He leaned up and lightly flicked your nose. “You need to get some sleep before your co-workers show up at our house. Yesterday, you said you were really freaking one guy out because you kept falling asleep while standing up.” 
You finally nodded in agreement. He tugged you towards his chest and plopped down on his pillow. “When we wake up, we’ll have the most amazing breakfast and I’ll tell you all about my day and you can tell me about your day.” 
“Promise?” You asked. 
He nodded and shut his eyes. You laid there soaking in his warmth until you shifted. You shut your eyes, but nothing happened. You shifted again and again until Minho opened his eyes again. “What are you doing?” 
“I can’t get comfortable and my brain won’t shut off.” 
“Probably because I came home an hour earlier tonight. Your body is used to going to bed around the time I come home later.” 
“I can’t help it!” You huffed clearly annoyed as your lips stuck out in a pout. “I feel like something is missing, but I don’t know what.” 
“Maybe if you wouldn’t have been a brat and stayed up until I got home,” he started. 
You stuck your tongue out at him and shifted again. Silence filled the room as the two of you tried to sleep. After a few more minutes, you jerked into a sitting up position. Beside you, Minho frowned with his eyes closed. “I think you’re right, something is missing.” 
You thought about it for a while before your eyes widened. You jerked off the blankets and scrambled to get out of the bed. Beside you, Minho finally sat up and watched you nearly faceplant as you left. “Where are you going?” 
“We forgot to get the cats!” 
“The cats?” His face twisted in confusion. “The ca- Holy shit! We forgot the cats!” He shoved off his own blankets and scrambled after you. 
Twenty minutes later, the two of you were sound asleep. Snuggled in different parts of the blankets were Soonie, Doongie, and Dori. The five of you fell asleep rather quickly comforted by the warmth of one another and the tranquility that transpired around the room.
_ _ _
Changbin:
During the first week that you dated Changbin, you bought him a shirt he mentioned he wanted to you in passing. When he unwrapped the soft pink wrapping paper and he unraveled the shirt, the happiness sparkling in his eyes locked in your brain. 
During the second week of your relationship, he mentioned he really liked a new drink that he found at the grocery store. When he joked that it was the only thing he wanted to drink from now on, you took that seriously. You bought him multiple packs of it to keep in his dorm refrigerator. 
When the second week wrapped into the third, you bought him a new pair of Airpods because he lost the last pair. You couldn’t stand his frown and how bummed he was about it. When you replaced the exact case that he had also lost, he nearly hugged you to death. 
He didn’t realize what you were doing at first. At first, he thought your actions were cute. He knew some people showed their love through giving gifts. Sure, he felt a little guilty about it, but you looked so happy when you handed them to him. You were practically a little ball of sunshine that he couldn’t resist. 
The last thing you got him, you took your time wrapping it, and you brought it straight into the JYP recording studio. You knew that he’d be there finishing up his recordings. As you were going in with your box, Chan and Han were coming out. 
“Oh,” Han’s eyes lit up, “what’s that?” 
“I bet it’s another gift,” Chan teased. 
“Wow, Changbin is so lucky.” 
“You really know how to spoil him rotten.” 
You laughed and responded. After talking for a few more moments, the two walked off to head back to their dorm. Apparently, Changbin was still inside finishing up the last few lyrics of a song. 
You knocked a few times before you pushed open the door. Changbin was in a black t-shirt with a face mask tucked beneath his chin. His eyes were narrowed down in a notebook and his pencil scribbled rapidly. “What did you forget this time?” 
“Uh…nothing?” 
“Oh!” His face lit up. “It’s you! Hi, baby! Give me a moment to finish writing these lyrics. How did you get inside? I didn’t think security would have let you in.” 
“Well, they probably wouldn’t have, but Felix was talking to the security guard when I came up. He told him to let me in because the two of us were dating. The security guard seemed hesitant, but Felix does what Felix does best.” 
“Melts the hearts of everyone around him with his angelic being?” 
“Yeah, something like that.” You laughed and placed the wrapped box down on the studio couch. Changbin continued scribbling for a bit and you stood patiently with your hands folded in front of you. 
“Alright, I’m finished!” He pushed his chair away from the wooden desk he was crouched over and glanced back towards you. “Should we go get dinn- oh, what’s that?” 
“It’s a present.” 
“That looks like an awfully big present. Should I be scared?” He raised an eyebrow as he studied the light green wrapping paper. There was a big silver bow on the top of it. 
“I think you’re really going to like it.” You picked it up and handed it to him. He was shocked by just how big it was. The thing easily fit across the length of his lap. 
He hesitated before he grabbed a piece of the folded paper along the side. A loud rip filled the air as he jerked it. At first, his face lit up as he revealed the internal packaging, but it didn’t take long before his face fell. 
You purchased him the lego set that he had been admiring in the window of your latest trip to the mall. The lego set was pretty big and it easily cost a couple hundred bucks. At first the gesture was sweet, but this was too much. 
“You don’t like it?” Your voice came out softly. 
“No, no, no! I-I do, but I…” He sighed and sucked in a deep breath. “Baby, why do you buy me so many gifts?” His eyes went up to meet yours. There was genuine curiosity on his face. 
“You don’t like the gifts?” 
“I do like the gifts, but I’m starting to think you’re spending way too much money on me. Why do you feel the need to buy me so many gifts? A lot of what you’ve been buying costs quite a bit of money. I don’t want you to waste your hard earned money on me.” 
“I’m not wasting my money on you.” You suddenly felt like the size of a grape. All that happiness and joy in your heart, all that excitement slipped out of your heart like a deflated balloon. “I just wanna make you happy.” 
“Honey, you make me feel like the luckiest man in the world, even without these big gifts. I like that you want to make me feel happy, but this,”  he tapped the box of legos, “this is too much. I feel bad for receiving this. This costed so much of your money.” 
You couldn’t help it, tears filled your eyes. He instantly frowned and shifted. You frantically blinked trying to keep them from falling, but they dripped onto your cheeks. You wiped them away as Changbin placed the legos onto the floor. He leaned over and pulled you close to him. 
“Hey, hey, hey, please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. That’s the last thing I ever wanted to do. I don’t want you to spend all this money on me. I want you to spend all this money on you. I want you to be selfish for yourself.” 
He wiped more fallen tears and tugged you onto his lap. You sniffled and allowed him to. “Why do you feel like you need to buy me such large items?” 
“I-I don’t know. I guess I just feel like I’m not good enough. Maybe if I buy you things you really like, maybe you’ll stick around. Maybe I can buy your love and I-” 
“Woah, woah, woah. Buy my love?” He gently cupped your cheeks between his hands. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to buy my love. Not at all! I’m with you because I love you. I wouldn’t be with someone if I didn’t like them.” 
“I’m afraid you’ll leave,” you whispered. 
His heart broke even more and he shook his head. “If I was ever thinking about leaving you, I’d bring it up to you. I wouldn’t keep you in the dark about anything like that. Relationships are very serious things and I’d never shut you out or try to hurt your feelings on purpose. Never.” 
“So no more gifts?” You asked. 
“Well, I won’t say that. You seem like you really like giving gifts, right?” 
You nodded your head. He wiped his thumbs beneath your eyes again. “If you’d like to give me gifts, how about something small? Like maybe one of my favorite snacks? Or you could do something else.” 
“Like?”
“We could go on adventures together. We can go half and half and go on fun dates. Hyunjin just recently told me about a couple’s private pottery class that his pottery teacher hosts. How about something like that? We’ll make memories together, have fun, and we’ll have a shared experience.” 
“I guess that does sound pretty good.” 
He smiled and gently poked your cheek trying to cheer you up even more. You blushed and couldn’t help, but smile back. Your eyes went down to the lego set beside your feet. “Are you really going to make me take it back?” 
“Why not?” 
“Because I really want you to have it and I spent good money on that. Plus, I don’t want to go back to the mall. They’re going to ask why I want to return it and I’m not good at lying. I don’t want to admit that my boyfriend didn’t want it.” 
“Well…” Changbin’s eyes followed yours. “It is a really cool lego set and you did spend a bunch on it. I would like you to take it back, but I will admit that it’d look super cool in my room.”
“So will you keep it just this once?” 
He sighed before he caved. “I suppose, but this is it! If you do something like this again, I’m forcing you to take it back. I’ll hold your hand and drag you into the store. I’ll make it as dramatic as possible, so you’ll be too embarrassed to ever do it again.” 
Your cheeks went red again as you nodded in agreement. Changbin’s gaze went back up to you. “So how about we take this back to my dorm with the rest of the guys? I’ll order us food and we can put this together. Maybe we can have the other guys help us because this is going to take hours.” 
“That sounds like fun.” 
“Maybe even a full year to put together.” 
“I don’t think that’s how this works.” 
“You don’t know that. What if it takes a century? How about a millennium?” 
“Okay, now you’re just being dramatic.” 
“I can’t help it!” He tossed his hands in the air. “I live with Hyunjinnie! What did you expect to happen? 3racha doesn’t just rub off on Hyunjin, he rubs off on us too!” 
_ _ _
Hyunjin:
“You’re being such a fucking bitch!” 
They were just words, but it might as well have been a slap in the face. The look of hurt on your face was one that Hyunjin would never forget as he stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door after him. He slammed it hard enough that the walls shook. 
You shut your eyes and sucked in a deep breath trying not to cry. You were under a lot of stress from work and he was under stress from some stupid controversy that had happened with his band. It was a minor thing, but the management team was grilling all of them behind the scenes. 
The argument was just a simple miscommunication on both your ends. You were both irritated and frustrated due to external factors. It wasn’t much of a surprise when the two of you started to argue, but you didn’t think it’d get this far. 
With your head down, you walked over to the couch. You collapsed onto it and curled your head into the arm. The mixture of high strung emotions whirled into a tornado and now both of you were hurt. Your heart ached due to the cursing and all Hyunjin could feel was guilt. 
You cried and cried and cried until you ended up crying yourself to sleep in the living room. Outside, Hyunjin went on a walk trying to clear his head. He couldn’t believe he had said something like that to you. He was absolutely gutted about it. 
If there was an award for the world’s shittiest boyfriend, he’d have it in the bag. He couldn’t believe he fucked up this badly and it was absolutely unforgivable. His brain started to spiral out of control. 
What if you broke up with him? What if you never wanted to see him again? What if you went to the public and released this information to the press and the fans? He nearly had himself in tears as he took off running back towards the apartment. God, what would his band members think? They’d never forgive him for this. 
Nearly tripping over his feet, soaked in sweat, he shoved open the door and rushed inside. He walked through the brightly lit living room and was about to head towards your room until he found you curled up into a ball on the edge of the leather couch. 
For the first few moments, he was smitten. Your back moved up and down slowly as soft snores came from your mouth. He couldn’t have been outside longer than twenty minutes. 
It was quickly ripped apart when he remembered what he did. Remembering it was like a knife fileted across his stomach. He sucked in a deep breath, moved over to you, and gently shook your shoulder. He softly called your name trying to get you to wake up. 
You shifted at the touch and hummed softly. Your eyelashes were clumped together from tears. When you jerked your head and blearily opened your eyes, Hyunjin’s heart crumbled at the sight of your bloodshot eyes. 
“Baby?” His voice called out softly. He gently stretched a hand out towards you. He held his breath waiting for your reaction. 
“Hmm?” 
He sat down beside you quickly and tugged you into his lap. “I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I’m so sorry for calling you a bitch. I-I don’t know how to make it up to you, but it’ll never happen again.” His eyes became glossier as he spoke. His voice wavered as if he was on the verge of tears.  
“It’s fine,” you weakly got out. “We were both upset and you snapped. It’s not a big deal.” 
“But it is a big deal. I hurt you terribly and said something that never should have come out of my mouth. Darling, I’m so, so, so sorry.” 
“I’ve been called worse,” you mumbled. You were still half asleep with your head on his chest. “I was kinda being a bitch, so you weren’t wrong.” 
“No, you weren’t! I was being an asshole. Please don’t ever accept me calling you names. Never accept anyone calling you names. It’s pathetic and it’s low. You’re so much better than that.” 
“Not really,” you shook your head, “it’s okay, seriously.” 
Tears dripped down Hyunjin’s cheeks. Not only had he done the unimaginable, but now he realized you had low self-esteem. He shook his head, unable to accept your words. 
“No, it’s not okay. You are beautiful and you are lovely. You are a wonderful person and you’re very intelligent. You’re someone I can’t live without and, best of all, you’re my muse. I’m so sorry that I hurt you.” 
“I-” 
He cut you off, “no. You don’t get to say mean things about yourself. You don’t get to accept what I told you. I was a fucking piece of shit and I hate that I can’t take back the words. I’m sorry, so please, if it’s okay with you, just let me hold you for a while.” 
The tears were back in your own eyes as you nodded. You had been called a variety of names in your lifetime. Once upon a time, with an awful friend, you accepted every awful thing they said about you. You were too afraid to stand up for yourself, so you took in the words constantly. 
You heard them so much that you began to believe them. Internally, those words had damaged you far more than you’d ever admit. There were thorns in your heart that still jutted out. 
Sure, Hyunjin’s words and the actions that followed, they really were wrong. Nothing he could say could take them back, but, at least, he was trying to make it right. You couldn’t stand the way he looked with tears in his eyes. 
You adjusted yourself and wrapped around his torso like a koala. He hugged you against his chest tight and rested his head on top of yours. He was so glad that you were still here and were willing to hear him out. 
_ _ _
Han:
“I’m really sorry,” you got out with a grimace. “I know, I know I shouldn’t, but she’s my friend. I can’t leave her hanging all alone. She’s a mom now and I bet that’s really exhausting.” 
Han frowned while watching you lace up your shoes. For the third time, you were canceling the date that the two of you were supposed to go on. All he wanted to do was spend time with you, but your friend kept taking advantage of your kindness. 
It was okay, at first, and he understood. Parenting could be hard and it was healthy to take breaks. However, your friend kept constantly asking you to watch her kid. She never paid you for it and she asked in the spur of the moment. There was never time to preplan anything which kept throwing off what you had with Han. 
Your boyfriend’s patience and understanding only went so far. In your eyes, you were trying to be a good friend. In his eyes, you were being used as a free babysitter because your friend didn’t want to deal with the responsibility of having a kid. It was frustrating and it was annoying, especially when it kept ruining your date nights. 
“I’ll be back later,” you managed to get out. You were starting to feel upset about the situation yourself. Dealing with a baby, one that was only a few months old, was a lot of work. 
After being at work all day, you wanted to lie down and cuddle with Han. You wanted to go with him to do some low energy activity and then come back home and cuddle. Both of you were introverted and you liked it that way. 
Dating an introvert was the best decision you ever made. Sure, occasionally, the two of you liked to go do something you both enjoyed. Most of your time was spent at home where you were relaxed. You weren’t overstimulated and you weren’t overwhelmed. 
“What’s the reasoning this time?” Han grumbled, unable to stop himself from being bitter. He was tired of your friend’s bullshit. If she wanted you to watch her kid so much, the least she could do was pay you. 
“Um…” You trailed off knowing that your response would upset him. 
“Is it something dumb?” 
“I-I guess,” you shrugged, “she wants to go to the bar.” 
“Are you being serious?” He whined. “Baby, that’s not fair! She can wait until the weekend to get plastered, it’s literally only Tuesday! I made restaurant reservations in an hour and now I have to move them again!” 
“I’m really sorry, but she’s my friend.” 
“She’s using you!” 
“But she ju-” 
“Why are you making excuses for her? You know that I’m right. This isn’t helping your relationship with her. You’re not getting paid for this either. You’re babysitting her child and now, when she gets home, you’ll have to babysit her too because she’s going to come home drunk.”
“What am I supposed to do? She’s my friend! I can’t just leave her to suffer alone and I-” 
“Woah,” his eyes widened in shock, “since when is parenting suffering? Your friend knew what she was getting into and you know it. She planned this pregnancy and she went on and on and on about all the baby books she read.” 
“I know that it’s hard to be a single-parent. It’s overwhelming and it’s awful, but you know what? I love you!” Your face scrunched up in confusion from his words. “And I don’t like seeing you being taken advantage of because you’re too kind.” 
“You keep chasing after your friend and you keep giving her an excuse to abandon her duties as a parent to go have fun. It’d be different if this was planned in advance and if you were being paid for it or something, but she keeps doing this!” 
“But-” 
He held up his hand to silence you. “This time she wants to go to a bar. The last time, she had a nail appointment. The time before that? She wanted to go to the bar again. When you’re a parent, you have to do what’s best for your child and sometimes that means sacrificing things for yourself.” 
You stayed silent hating that he was right. Ever since your friend gave birth, she had been leaning on you a lot. It made sense, in the beginning, and you didn’t mind, but it was starting to become a huge issue. 
It’s not that you didn’t like her child because you did. He was adorable and he listened well, but you didn’t want to have a kid and the responsibilities that came with it. At least, not at this time. 
“I don’t want to hurt her feelings,” you finally admitted. “I feel really shitty if I say no. I just…I don’t want to be an asshole.” 
“I know you don’t.” Han walked towards you, grabbed your hands, and tugged you off the couch. “But does it really make you an asshole if you’re putting yourself first? Sometimes you have to give people some tough love. Your friend can’t avoid her parenting responsibilities forever.” 
You let out a sigh and nodded your head. “I’ll go talk to her. I’ll come back and-” You paused before your eyes met his own sparkling eyes. “Is it alright if I meet you at the restaurant?” 
“Really?” 
You nodded again. 
He screeched in delight and jerked you over his shoulder. You shrieked as he spun around and bounced a few times. Your shrieks turned into laughter as he cheered. 
Once he finished, he put you back down. “I’m so proud of you for creating boundaries.” He reached over and planted a gentle kiss on your lips. “I’ll text you the restaurant location and then we’re getting drinks to celebrate. Now,” he shoved you towards the door, “get out and go talk to your friend.” 
“I believe in you and you can do this! No matter what happens, even if it backfires, you’ve got this! Honeybun, you can do anything and handle any problem that comes your way. Wait!” He rushed towards you and placed a kiss on your cheek. “For good luck!” He beamed. 
You laughed and thanked him as you left the apartment. Once you were outside, you sucked in a deep breath. This was terrifying and anxiety-inducing. You were sure your friend would be upset at your decision, but Han was right, you couldn’t keep bowing down to your friend and watching her kid all the time. 
It wasn’t making you happy. It wasn’t fair to the baby because you weren’t their parent. It wasn’t fair that your friend was able to keep avoiding responsibilities either. As you approached your car, you reminded yourself silently that Han believed in you. In turn, it made you believe in yourself too. 
_ _ _
Felix:
It was all going wrong. Everything was going wrong. Felix’s birthday was today and you were screwing up massively. You had everything planned out perfectly and then your mother ruined it. 
Usually, you put aside extra money to splurge on things. You weren’t the best when it came to money. In fact, you struggled with it. Every time you had money, all you wanted to do was spend it. It was a bad habit that you had just yet to break. 
Lately, you had bought a few gifts for Felix. You picked out a few new games for his Nintendo Switch that you’d thought he’d like. Plus, you found a few new articles of clothes that were his style. You even managed to purchase a bottle of the fancy cologne he liked to wear because you realized he was getting low on it. 
You splurged on the wrapping paper and the gift bags. Gift wrapping wasn’t your forte, but you were determined to impress Felix. This was the first year the two of you were dating and you were excited to throw him his own small party between the two of you. You spent nearly three hours on YouTube studying the perfect way to wrap gifts. 
When you found the video you liked the most, you took another two hours following along and neatly following the tutorials. You kept the gifts hidden beneath your bed and away from Felix for a few days, so he had no idea. 
You went out of your way to design a special cake. There was a bakery in the area that had raving reviews. They made custom cakes and you already had an idea of a cake you wanted to create. Since he spent so much time playing Animal Crossing and listening to Animal Crossing music, you wanted to get him to follow that theme. 
You were making a simple sketch of what you wanted. You planned to take it down to the bakery and have them create it. You had a price range and everything. Everything was perfect and then your phone rang. 
You were on your way towards the bakery, it wasn’t far away. When you picked up the phone, you realized it was your mom. You swiped the call and pressed the phone up to your ear. “Hello?” You answered. 
You paused and listened for a moment before your face fell. “Did you seriously? Mom!” You cried out. You couldn’t help the frustration that built up in your voice. 
“Don’t you ‘mom’ me!” Your mother shot back. “You’re old enough that you should be giving back to me. I helped raise you! I put food on your plate and a roof over your head! I fed you and I gave you an education.” 
You gritted your teeth and rolled your eyes at her response. After a while, you hung up the phone frustrated and upset. You returned back home and tried to fall back into your usual upbeat persona. You must have done a good job because Felix didn’t realize that something was wrong. 
The day before, you went to your mother’s house to help her make a meal. You put the small backpack you carried with your jacket. What you didn’t realize was that while you were out cooking, your mother got into your things and stole the cash you pulled out of the bank, specifically, for Felix’s cake. 
She constantly harassed you for money and sometimes you gave in. You couldn’t help it. Every time she pulled out the excuse of raising you, you felt guilty. It was like a kick to the back of the knees and you collapsed every time. 
You struggled to figure out what to do. You didn’t want to borrow money from anyone. You definitely weren’t going to make Felix buy his own cake. You didn’t want to wait until the end of the week before your next paycheck came in, so you decided on the next best thing. 
The next best thing, apparently, wasn’t the best idea. You thought you were making the recipe right for homemade cake, two days later. Everything was going alright until you tasted the batter. You instantly gagged and spit out the mixture. 
As you flipped back through the recipe, you realized that you had followed the recipe perfectly. However, you somehow managed to mix salt with sugar. The supposed sweetened batter was now a salty wreck. 
You cursed beneath your breath and dumped the mixture. You pulled out another bowl to remake and remeasure everything. While you were trying to recreate the recipe, Felix walked right into the kitchen. 
His sudden appearance caught you way off guard. You jumped while pouring flour and suddenly the bowl of half-made liquid cake was coated in way too much flour. A lump sat in the back of your throat as your face fell. 
“Oh,” Felix frowned, “I’m so sorry, baby. I thought you heard me come through the door. What are you making? I’ll help you remake it.” He sent you a reassuring smile, reached over, set a hand on top of your head, and playfully messed up your hair. 
All you could think about was how much he would have loved the Animal Crossing cake. The cake would have been moist and light. The frosting wouldn’t be too sweet and it wouldn’t overwhelm him. 
A strangled squabble came from your throat. Felix blinked in confusion and raised an eyebrow. “Baby, are you alright?” 
“I was supposed to get you a cake!” You blurted out. “I had this plan to get you an amazing cake with Tom Nook on it. I was going to recreate your little house and your character. It was going to be so cute and t-then-” you sucked in a shaky breath feeling like you were going to cry. “My mom took my money when I was at her house. I-I’m so sorry.” 
“It was going to be a cute cake. It was going to be custom made and it was supposed to be here, but I couldn’t even pay to have the bakers make it. I wanted to put it here and surprise you. I was going to make you a homemade one to try and make up for it, but I keep fucking it up.” 
A soft smile filled Felix’s face. “You were going to get an Animal Crossing cake for me?” 
“You love that game a lot.” 
“And I also love you a lot. It was an incredibly sweet idea, but don’t beat yourself up over it. I’ll be more than happy to have anything you bake me. I know you’d bake a homemade cake with plenty of love. That’s something that Tom Nook doesn’t know anything about.” 
You suddenly broke into a laugh as tears filled your eyes. “I’m sorry,” you finally finished. “I’m just really not having a great day. I should be having the best day ever. You popped out of your mom’s womb on this day and that was the greatest gift of all.” 
“Woah, okay, how about we stop right there?” He laughed. “We really don’t need to talk about my mother’s womb.” 
“I should call her and thank her.” 
“I don’t know how she’d respond to that. So anyway, what about your mom stealing your money? Is she going to give it back?” 
And so, you and Felix worked side-by-side making a third cake batter and placing it in the oven. He listened to you ramble about your mom while the two of you tossed ingredients into a bowl. You explained how guilty she made you feel and how you’d occasionally give her money because of that guilt. 
“Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s healthy. You don’t owe your parents anything. As a parent, it’s their responsibility to provide for you. They shouldn’t be making you feel guilty for that.” 
“I can’t help it, it’s the people pleasing part of me.” 
“I understand because I’m like that too sometimes. You’ve just gotta do what’s best for you. Your mom can be a little…um….” 
“Crazy?” You finished for him. 
“Well, I was looking for a nicer word, but yes. She can be a little much sometimes. You seem to be a lot happier when you don’t interact with her. I think you should focus on what makes you happy.” 
The two of you continued to talk. When the cake was baked, Felix leaned over to pull it from the oven, and you rushed to your room to grab the presents you had. He placed the cake on the stove to let it cool. When he turned back around, he blinked in shock. 
A few wrapped presents and a gift bag sat upon the counter that the two of you had just cleaned up a few moments prior. When his curious eyes met yours, you smiled at him. “Just because I couldn’t get the cake, it doesn’t mean I couldn’t spoil you with gifts. Happy birthday, baby.”
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Seungmin:
Seungmin’s heart stopped beating when he heard you sobbing. He just came home from the studio. There wasn’t time to take off his shoes. His brain instantly went to the worst thing and he sprinted towards the sound. 
He didn’t knock, he just shoved the bedroom door open with wide eyes. You were a wreck with your face in the pillow. He rushed towards you in a panic. “Hey, hey, hey, why are you crying?” He hurried over and plopped down beside you. 
His hand instantly went towards your back to comfort you. Upon hearing his voice, you cried into your pillow harder. There was something embarrassing about being vulnerable in front of your significant other. 
“Baby, please talk to me. I don’t know what’s wrong if you don’t tell me. Did something happen?” He gently scooped his hands beneath your stomach and shifted you into a sitting position. 
A thousand what-ifs were locked into his head. You sucked in a shaky deep breath and let out another sob. He frowned and wiped your tears away. You hiccuped through the final few sobs. 
“I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered in a shrill voice. “I-I just-” 
“It’s alright, you don’t have to apologize. Just tell me what’s wrong. I hate seeing you like this.” He frowned and wiped away your tears. 
“M-My friend,” you managed to get out. 
“Your friend? What happened? Did they get injured?” Fear struck his heart. “Did they die?” 
You shook your head again frantically and your hair shook from side to side. “T-They just keep saying things a-and-” You burst into another sob. 
His eyebrows scrunched in confusion. His arms wrapped around you while you sobbed. While he held you close to him, there was a vibration from beside you as your phone received another notification. Your fingers clenched around his arm and you cried harder. 
Seungmin tried to console you, but you were a mess. He pressed his lips against the top of your scalp and continued to fight off your tears. He shushed you and rubbed your back. When your phone vibrated again, he finally glanced down at your phone. 
Your head was buried in his chest. You were a wreck from what your friend was telling you. More quick vibrations filled your phone with every text sent your way. Seungmin’s eyes didn’t leave the screen as more and more text notifications filled the screen. 
“Baby, who’s texting you?” 
You didn’t respond. Your fingers clutched onto his shirt tighter. You buried your head in his chest more as if it’d help you escape your inner turmoil. The tighter you clung to him, the more worried he became. 
He’d never seen you to the point of being unconsolable. Sure, you had your rough days before, but not like this. When your phone vibrated again, he didn’t ask. He reached over, unlocked your phone, and he glanced at the text messages. 
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he definitely wasn’t expecting to find one of your close friends screaming every obscenity at you imaginable in capitalized letters. His jaw instantly clenched and his hand tightened around your phone screen. 
“Baby, why the fuck are you being cursed out?” 
“B-Because,” you hiccuped, “I said I didn’t want to hang out with them.” 
“So why are they cursing at you?”
“They’re always like this when they don’t get their way. I’m h-having-” you hiccuped again, “a bad day and t-this just-” 
“Was your tipping point?” 
You sniffled and nodded. Seungmin frowned and scrolled through a few previous text messages. “They’re really always like this?” 
“They’re kind of mean when they have a bad day.” 
“Kind of?” Bewilderment stretched his eyebrows up. “Kind of?” 
He read a little more and gasped. “I know this dumbfuck didn’t just call my significant other ugly. Now we have our own little beef. Ugly? Have they considered looking in the mirror? The love of my life is no such thing.” 
He didn’t even ask, he just responded. When he was quiet for a while, you pulled your head out of his chest with wet cheeks. “What are yo-” 
“Putting this cunt in their place.” 
“Seungmin!” You cried shocked at the insult. 
“Don’t ‘Seungmin’ me. They just said you looked like you were inbred and they have a big storm coming their way. I won’t let an ugly cunt insult the love of my life. Not when they look like they were shaken in the womb and came out disfigured in more ways than one.” 
“You cannot be mean back!” You reached out and attempted to grab your phone. He jerked it out of your reach. “Seungmin!” 
“I’m just getting to the good part, baby. Wait until I tell them that a New York City rat has more manners and class than them.” 
“Seungmin!” 
“Swing low and I go lower,” he shrugged innocently, “maybe they shouldn’t have been so mean. They can start it, but I’m ending it.” 
You sighed, but you let him go. He seemed to be really focused on your phone. His eyes were narrowed and his thumbs moved frantically over the screen. He typed for quite a while before he hit the send button. 
“Do I even want to know what you said?” 
“Nope. Don’t worry,” he pressed a few more buttons, “because now you never have to deal with them again.” 
“What did you do?” 
“Blocked them after giving them a long insult that will be sure to affect their family for multiple generations after them.” 
“You didn’t have to do that.” 
“I’m not going to sit by and let an asshole insult my favorite person.” 
You softened instantly and glanced up at him with heart eyes. “I’m your favorite person.” 
“Maybe. It might have just slipped out. Anyway,” he stood up and grabbed your arm. You followed along and let him lead you into the bathroom. He pushed you in front of him and stood with his hands on your shoulders. You stood staring at your reflections in the bathroom mirror. 
“What are we doing?” 
“You’re going to repeat after me.” 
“But I-” 
“Nope, you’re not getting out of this. We’re going to stand here for five minutes and recite positive affirmations to dust off that negativity. After that, who knows, I might put a curse on that motherfucker.” 
“Seungmin!” 
“I’ll let Changbin beat them up and allow Lee Know to shove them in the air-fryer. Just wait until Felix finds out what they did to my precious gem. The sunshine is going to turn into a tornado and rip them apart. Now repeat after me, I am beautiful.” 
You hesitated at first, but after a while, you were repeating the affirmations through laughter and smiles as Seungmin tickled you. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone off on your friend, but you were precious to him and he hated to see you cry. He’d do anything to cheer you up. 
_ _ _
Jeongin:
Another day meant another chance to thrive. In your case, it was another day to sleep whenever you could fit it. Today, it was in your car. You barely got into the driveway and got the car turned off. You instantly slumped forward and pressed your head against the cool steering wheel. You fell asleep rather quickly and were like that for a while. 
Jeongin was used to coming home and finding your car in the parking lot. You got home an hour before him on most days. It wasn’t much of a surprise when he saw your familiar car in the parking lot. He parked his car behind you and shut it off. 
After climbing out, he yawned and lifted his arms above his head in a stretch. There were a few quick pops from his spine and he hissed. Today, the band had dance practice. His body was sore in more than one area. 
He shook out his limbs and began to head towards the apartment until he saw something out of the corner of his eye. With a frown, he glanced over towards your car. It took him a moment before he made your slumped figure out in the driver’s seat. 
His eyes filled with horror and he rushed towards your side of the car. He gripped the side of the car and tugged on the handle. Unfortunately, it was locked. Panic engulfed him and he knocked on your window frantically. 
You groaned at the noise interrupting your sleep. You shifted, but you didn’t lift up your head. Upon seeing this, he knocked at your window harder and tried to tug the handle again. 
Realizing someone was attempting to get into your car, you finally glanced up to find your boyfriend at your window. His eyes were full of concern as he gestured for you to unlock the car. 
You reached over, hit the unlock button, and you yawned. Jeongin flung the door open and hurried to your side. “Are you okay? Baby, please look at me.” 
When your sleepy eyes met his, his worry increased. He gently grabbed your chin and turned your head to the side. His eyes scanned for a head injury. “Are you alright, sweetheart? Did you hit your head? Did you pass out or something? Have you eaten anything?” 
“Hmm?” 
“You were unconscious in the car.” 
“Oh, yeah,” you shrugged, “I fell asleep.” 
He let out a sigh of relief, stroked your chin a few times, and finally let go. “You scared the fuck out of me. I thought something had happened and I was going to have to call an ambulance. If you wouldn’t have unlocked the car, I probably would have broken the window.” 
“I’m alright, I swear. I’m just tired, that’s all.” You rubbed your eyes with another yawn. “I’ve gotta head inside and get some sleep. My boss is probably going to want me to come into the office again early and stay late.” 
“Baby, with all due respect, you’re like a walking zombie. I know you like pleasing your boss and the money is good, but this isn’t healthy for you.” 
You let out a groan, but Jeongin stood his ground. “I know you don’t like hearing it, but you know I’m right. You need to focus on what’s best for you. Sometimes that means making sacrifices that might make other people unhappy, occasionally.” 
He reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Let’s get you inside and taken care of. Have you eaten anything today?” 
“I haven’t had time, honestly.” 
He frowned again, but he didn’t lecture you. “Let’s start there and then we can go on. Let’s get you a quick bite to eat and then get you to bed, alright?” 
You nodded in agreement. He held out his hand and you intertwined your fingers with his. You let him slowly tug you towards the house. Still half-asleep, you didn’t mind the babying he was doing for you. He plopped you down in a kitchen chair. 
You rested your head in your hand and nearly fell back asleep. He quickly made the two of you instant ramen cups to share. You were teetering on the edge of conscious and unconsciousness. He gently shook you awake, so you can eat. 
The two of you managed to have a decent conversation despite your yawns and tired voice. You managed to get halfway through the ramen before you nearly knocked it over as your body twitched while falling asleep. 
He chuckled and moved your ramen away from you. “Alright, come on, let’s go.” He stood up, grabbed your hands, and gently tugged you up. “Let’s go get you all tucked in, sleepyhead.” 
You hummed in agreement and let him lead you to the bed. He helped you out of your work clothes and into a pair of pajamas. When he was finished, he led you towards the bed and he tucked you beneath the covers. 
Bending over you, he planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “I love you so much.” 
“I love you too,” you sleepily mumbled with your eyes shut. 
“Promise you’ll start to work less overtime? I don’t want you to fall asleep on the road and get into a car accident. I want you to be safe and healthy.” 
You weakly nodded your head in agreement. He planted another kiss on your head before he laid down beside you. Happily, you snuggled into his warmth. His arms wrapped around you and he rested his head on top of yours. 
You fell asleep rather quickly, but it took a little longer for him to follow. He was nearly asleep until your phone chirped with a new notification. Groggily, he reached over and grabbed your phone off the side table. 
He stared at the text message from your boss and then he glanced over at you. You were sleeping rather peacefully and he didn’t want to wake you up. Taking his time, he slowly removed himself from your bed and crept with your phone out into the kitchen. 
Far away from you, he called your boss and explained that you had been overworking yourself. When your boss heard about how little sleep you were getting, they were instantly struck with guilt. Jeongin got permission for you to take off the next two days. 
You now had Thursday and Friday off, so you could catch up on sleep and recover. After that, you were free during the weekend. On Monday morning, he made sure you were able to go in at normal time. 
Maybe, you’d be able to work overtime as long as you didn’t overwhelm yourself with it. Jeongin couldn’t help it, he was worried about you. If you were upset and thought he’d overstepped his boundaries, that was a conversation the two of you could have the next day. 
For now, he placed your phone back on the side table. Climbing back into the bed, he wrapped his arms around you. He tugged your sleeping form close and let out a sigh of relief. With a calm mind and a fluttering heart, he’d finally join you in the land of dreams. 
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thesapphicsoldier · 11 months
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Everyone always talks about how Robin and Will should meet and connect in season 5, and yes I definitely agree, but—
Imagine her meeting Mike. Her seeing his closed off feelings. Her seeing the way he looks at Will. Her seeing how defensive he gets at the mere idea of him being intimate with a man, even if it wasn’t intended to be romantic (“we’re friends, we’re friends!”). She seems him. Really sees him. She knows what it was like to be young and in denial. In fact, she was about his age when she finally started to connect the rainbow colored dots, and things would have been a hell of a lot easier if she had someone to talk to it about.
So she gets close to him. Or at least, she tries to— Mike is a bit suspicious of her constantly running up to him or inserting herself into his conversations (and well, Robin isn’t the best at talking to people). But eventually, Mike warms up to her a little. He starts talking to her about dnd and even vecna, and if Robin were being optimistic, she’d say they’re friends. After awhile Robin starts dropping hints about her sexuality. (“Oh my god, Phoebe Kates is so hot, don’t you think?” - “I guess so— wait, you think Phoebe Kates is hot?” - “Hell yeah, are you kidding?!) Though it’s the 80s, she’s not scared. She’s talking to someone like her after all, even if he doesn’t know it yet.
But Mike doesn’t seem to be getting it. So she tells him about her crush on Vickie. At first he’s confused and asks her if Vickie is short for Victor or something like that, she tells him no. Vickie is the cute redhead that helps make the sandwiches. He’s shocked to say the least. He stands there wide eyed and mouth agape for about two minutes. Robin wonders if he’s going to run away or make some sort of “you’re going to hell” retort (she wouldn’t blame him for it, she went through that phase in elementary school). But he just… starts talking. Asking questions. Normal questions, like “how’d you guys meet?” or “are you gonna ask her out?” Robin is surprised about how casual he’s being. She had fully prepared herself for a meltdown or for him to not speak to her for weeks, but he just acted… normal. Maybe that’s what he wanted to do. To pretend, even just for a second, that being gay wasn’t such a bad thing. That it wasn’t satanic or disgusting or the cause of diseases, it was just normal. That he’s normal.
Weeks go by as the group tries to figure out how to defeat vecna, once and for all. Robin continues to tell Mike about Vickie, eventually telling him how they’re now happily dating (which she could tell Mike tried his best to not smile at). Mike doesn’t tell her about himself though, and she doesn’t expect him to. The road to self acceptance is long and rocky, with lots of bumps and turns on the way— and sometimes you never reach the end of it, though you hope with all your heart you do. Robin just wants him to know that being himself is okay, and that if he ever needs her, she’s right here.
It was a cold and rainy afternoon when Mike found Robin in the shed, visibly sweaty and conflicted. He looks left and right about fifty times before he mutters, barely above a whisper:
“Hey Robin?”
“Hm?”
“How did you know you were… different?”
Robin simply smiles, the warmest she possibly could, and tells him to sit down.
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appalachianapologies · 7 months
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[random drabble to get you through the day]
“I was able to hack her stuff pretty easily.”
“That didn’t take long.” 
Riley sends Mac a look. “I’m sorry, have we met? Riley Davis, hacker extraordinaire.”
Rolling his eyes, Mac replies, “You know what I mean. What’d you find?”
“The usual. For a double or triple or quadruple—or whatever type of agent she is—Nikki doesn’t encrypt her files as much as she should. I’ve already sent the juicy stuff to Patty.”
“Nice.” Giving a nod, Mac pulls a spare wheeled chair toward Riley’s desk and sits down. “What’re you doing now, then?”
“Oh, just having some fun.”
“Should I ask?”
“Probably not, but I’ll tell you anyway.”
With a poorly contained smile, Mac says, “Go for it.”
“After getting the goods out of her laptop, I hacked into her phone. Weakest wifi password in the history of ever, by the way.”
“Noted.”
“And she’s been listening to Spotify for the past three or so hours, so if I were to guess, she’s probably doing some other task while listening to music in the background.”
Mac gives another nod, still not exactly sure where this is going.
“So, like I said, I decided to have a little fun, and I wrote up some quick code this morning before you and Jack got here.”
“Code for what?”
“Basically,” Riley starts, “I made it so randomly in the middle of her songs, Spotify will pause itself.”
“Is that… it?”
“Yep.”
“Riley, what the fuck?”
Turning her head away from the monitor, she looks at Mac. “What, I can’t have some fun? When I wasn’t doing hacktivist stuff, this is basically all I’d do.”
A stuttered laugh escapes Mac before he can stop it. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of you.”
“She’s been dormant for a while,” Riley confirms, “but I think it’s time I bring that part of me back.”
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shywhumpauthor · 3 months
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Hi, Coal! This is anonymous from the Whumpuary question
There's no need to respond to this, lol-
I really just wanted to say thank you for taking the time to respond to my previous question :))
(I enjoyed reading the dragged out version of your response, lol- better for my brain to process and take in for sum reason)
I'm good with whatever decision you make. I was honestly just curious because I do enjoy your stories and writing style, so there's that-
(#love Noah)
And, I get where you're coming from with writing series and all, so like- yeah
Regardless of your decision, as long as you don't stress yourself out about it, I'll be fine with whatever
So, uh, yeah- thanks for responding and– take care :)
I am so bad with responses but I wanted to say something just to lyk that I appreciate that you read the long response and then also took the time to reply. That sounds so stiff and insincere written out like this, but I promise it’s not lmao
You as well! Happy new year!
(#love hurting noah)
#that should be Noah’s new tag#no more ‘tag for Noah’ bs#love hurting noah#I want so much more in Noah’s series and I know how to get it there but#there’s things that I want to write but I can’t because I would need to write something else first#like there’s a few new characters that have been in my head for a while but y’all don’t know them#so I can’t just throw them into the drabbles that I want them to be in#and I don’t want to write the piece where they’re introduced bc I haven’t fully decided how whumpy of a context it will be#urghhhh I can talk about Noah and his story for hours#so please if you read this (not just you anon- anyone) and you have anything you want to ask or request or anything regarding surveillance#PLEASE#I would love any interaction about him#ideas for scenes or characters or anything#I know what I want to do with the series (prolly never going to finish it lmao) but I want to see what others think#if you’ve read this much so far then thank you. I’m gonna spoil some shit now bc I want to talk about it lmao#if you’ve read this far I’m gonna assume you don’t mind hearing about it#we’re going to get to see a demonstration soon#like actually see in all it’s brutality#not just Noah thinking back on one#and my boy haha he’s going to get *traumatized*#more than he already is#yk someone needs to clean up all of that blood and gore afterwards#someone needs to bring the spectators drinks and those fancy little snacks they serve during cocktail hour#someone needs to be shown off by declan as a trophy of his power like “look haha i broke this spy and now he works for me”#someone needs to wear a shock collar ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#lmao not all of Noah’s Christmas presents are gonna be good#I mean he has to be kept in line somehow when he’s with other people#dw though he’s not the only one
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little-froglight · 10 months
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Pixl is not having a good day.
It’s evident from the moment he enters the van- (it’s the only thing they’ve built in this world, they could do all of this outside but the editing equipment would get wet)- the automatic door gets stuck three times before Pixl simply brute forces his way through it. The door protests, fighting rather stubbornly on the middle bit, refusing to slide open, but Pix shoves it open and just as harshly forces it shut, making Zloy wince.
The lights are his next target- he swipes a hand down the wall that nearly shakes the entire van.
“Heya Pix,” Zloy greets, handing over the script. Pixl comes to sit at the table with him. The dark doesn’t bother him, there’s a window on the wall next to them, lighting the entire table through the blinds. And he’s a Zombie- it’s like Elsa, the dark never bothered him anyway.
“Zloy,” Pixl returns, shutting the blinds with a snap. He takes the script and starts looking over it, “we need to invest in some blackout curtains.”
“Can do,” he files that away for later, taps away at his recording software. Pixl makes a frustrated little noise and picks up a red pen.
Zloy doesn’t like red on his edits. It’s a bit too mean.
“Can you edit in blue?”
Pixl shoots him a glare and tosses the red pen across the room. Zloy watches it arc and land, clattering off somewhere under the couch.
“Are you okay?”
Pixl snatches a blue pen and continues his edit, his leg bouncing like mad under the table, “never better.”
“Usually you ask me before you make edits,” he reminds him, trying to keep confrontation out of his voice- he’s not the enemy here, he’s not mad, just worried.
“Just,” Pixl pushes a hand through his hair and gestures at the paper, “spelling. It was bugging me.”
Zloy notes the frustration- that spelling mistakes don’t usually bother him, unless he’s, well.
“No worries.”
They’re quiet after that, falling into the familiar rhythm of editing. Zloy taps away at his recording stuff, carefully setting out and plugging in the mic and making minor adjustments to settings. Pixl’s pen scratches, some harsher than others.
“I really don’t know how to spell this week huh?”
Pixl doesn’t answer.
That’s a bit worrying. Pixl’s always got a quip.
Zloy watches, waiting, taking silent notes- Pixl’s got a death glare on the paper that could rival Zombie Cleo’s. He keeps adjusting his hair, every flavor of unkept crossing his scalp.
His leg is bouncing. He keeps pushing his sleeves up and down like nothing is comfortable. He looks overwhelmed, piecing through a script in ten minutes that would usually take about thirty seconds for him to read through once. He looks an inch from falling asleep and about a million light years from ever touching a bed again. He looks like he might cry.
Zloy reaches over and takes back the script.
“Zloy,” Pixl snaps, almost like a wolf, baring his teeth for a single bite of the word. His pen caught on the paper, leaving a harsh line of blue from the middle to the bottom.
“We’re taking a break,” Zloy returns, no room for argument, pushing up from the table and dragging a chair with him to store the script on a high up shelf.
“But we just started,” Pixl complains, making no move to stop him. His leg keeps bouncing. He yanks his sleeves back over his hands.
“Makes it easier to take a break that way,” Zloy answers, tucking away the script and pulling out a box of the tea Pix likes, “less to clean up.”
“Don’t need it,” Pixl grumbles, glaring down at the table now, “just wanna get this over with.”
Zloy retrieves a kettle next, fills it with water, puts it on a burner. “Want to pick a hermit for us to watch?”
“I don’t wanna watch a hermit.”
“Then someone else?” Zloy pulls out two mugs- gag gifts they made for each other two christmases ago, “c’mon, Pix, work with me here.”
Stony silence. Pixl glares down at the table, eyes glossy with tears. They sit in bubbling silence until the kettle sings- Zloy fills their mugs and puts in the tea bags.
“Decked out is looking impressive,” Zloy tries, keeping his voice light, “and Mumbo’s back, running around on a pig.”
Pixl doesn’t answer.
“We could take a look at Scarland.”
Nothing.
Zloy starts humming the Mumbo AFK song.
When the tea’s ready he joins Pixl at the table again. Tears have dripped onto his sleeves. He looks disappointed by the mug.
“What’s wrong, buddy?”
Pixl pokes at the mug, “it’s dumb.”
“The mug?”
“No-” Pixl almost whines, wiping his eyes on one sleeve, “no, just- I’m dumb, I shouldn’t-”
“You’re not dumb,” Zloy interrupts, firm. “What’s wrong? How do I fix it?”
Pixl wipes his eyes again, slumps forward on the table with the energy of a ten year old who’s just been told bedtime is sooner than he wants it to be.
“I’m-” Pixl swallows, runs a hand through his hair again, rests his chin on one arm, “I’m a little too small for a mug. Right now.”
“Yeah?” Zloy asks, pressing gently, “afraid you’ll spill?”
Pixl shakes his head, a dusting of red at the tips of his ears and on his cheeks, “just. Small. A bit. Maybe.”
He clears his throat, folds his arms together. “Just think it’d be nice.”
Zloy nods, takes the mug and walks back to their cabinets, “sippy cup or bottle?”
“Bottle,” Pixl murmurs, then buries his face in his arms.
Zloy hums the affirmative and picks a bottle- one that’s long and clear and lightly patterned with sweet berries and foxes, both red and white. He transfers the tea and screws on the can on his way back.
He gently presses it to Pixl’s arm. Pix grabs it with a mumbled thanks but doesn’t drink yet.
“You’re welcome.”
Silence again, Zloy pulls his chair over, sips his tea and rubs Pixl’s back. He can’t tell if he’s crying or not. He doesn’t think it matters. He’s here, he’s got him.
Eventually, Pixl emerges, eyes red rimmed. He wipes away the wet trails on his cheeks.
“Wanna watch you,” he says, much softer than before.
“Yeah?” Zloy smiles, “we can watch me.”
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fatestouch · 7 months
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It took a while to properly calm down. As much as Cari wished--for the first time since realizing they were his soulmates--that Aquila and Altair weren't there... he would be a lot worse off.
A lot worse off.
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Brushing a hand against the sleeping faces of his soulmates--the two having worn themselves out to calm Cari down, always so considerate--the star god stood, moving to one of his windows.
He knew he wasn't far along yet... but he felt the symptoms. Knew it would only get worse from here. Cari couldn't help but wonder if there was some sort of clock over his head... every Corrupted's heads. Counting down, bit by bit.
Creation, JJ, his fathers... everyone racing against that clock.
And there Cari was. A prince who locked himself in his faery tale tower.
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"...Well. I'm definitely no damsel in distress."
He turns his gaze up to the stars. If one reached, they might be considered the cause of his Corruption. Had they not bit Cari to listen, he wouldn't have gone to Astra'alca, wouldn't have been Corrupted, wouldn't have worried his friends and family to death.
A lot of what ifs. But Cari didn't regret going to the realm of the stars. Not when he learned something important.
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"Even if I'm stuck here for now, I'm not just gonna give up. I need to tell Father and Dad what I saw... before this Corruption gets worse. They can handle things from there, until this is all over."
Not even this was going to keep him from protecting his family.
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Writing hurt/comfort where I put my favorite character though panic attacks but also let them get comforted by their partner/their partners in a very soft, caring, patient, understanding and gentle way whenever I feel utterly panicky and scared or if I'm only a tiny bit away from a panic attack myself, in order to comfort, distract and calm myself >>>> using actual healthy coping mechanisms which are supposed to help me calm down
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newbienovelist · 7 months
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Somebody tell me why I'm having all the inspiration plus a twinge of motivation for writing NOW when the marathon of a semester literally starts tomorrow, but my most uneventful summer gets nothing 😭
That is so unfair, brain, so unfair
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phoebe-delia · 1 year
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Midnights drops in like less than 24 hours. So here’s my preemptive apology to you all and to Drarry for whatever fresh hell I’ll be inspired to put them through.
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Any more wereroomies minho content planned?????????
speaking as a person starved for alpha minho content Y^Y
are you inside my mind?????
bc last night just when i was about to fall asleep an idea sparked in my brain for werewolf!minho and his girl, and like a zombie i opened google docs and started typing away nonsense in a semi-asleep state....
so, I'm happy to say that yes, things are being planned JXNDJNDJDNDDJBD
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derelicthorror · 2 years
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yeah i think you had to be there
completely entirely oc-centric fic ahead, so abandon all hope ye who enter here. this caters ONLY to me. || [wordcount: 1,080; ocxoc; yanovan pov]
The nature of being maybe-sort-of-a-little attached to a Tenno – just because they’re all like that – is that every so often, she will do something that completely puts Yanovan out of his depth.
Whatever it is that lurks in the black and has no real name, right now it has wrapped its fingers tight around her uppermost vertebrae and her eyes have gone completely blank. She stands with her shoulders jerked up like a marionette in the grip of a forceful child, her lips moving soundlessly and breath gone still. It might look like a sudden bout of tinnitus or a psychosomatic pain rearing its head, but he knows her by now, and Junah looks afraid.
Shinoda’s talked about what happened on the Zariman before – in short bursts, because it is still a memory that stings to touch. There was a malfunction, and days of drifting. Then there was a shift, and the adults snapped. Shinoda has mentioned deals, in passing, some debt owed to a thing it’s probably best never to sign a contract with. Only the children. The children survived, she reiterates, forcefully, time and again.
But Junah wasn’t a child. She had been on the knife’s edge right before adulthood. So, if she walked the line between survival and a death by fractured psyche, then where would she eventually fall?
The first time she’d ever held Yanovan’s hand was on reflex. Her hand had shot out and grasped his, squeezing tightly, and, startled, he’d let it happen. She’d gasped quietly and shaken her head as if to clear a settling of snow, and she’d come back to herself only moments later.
He’d been curious, sure – but he hadn’t pried. She’d deemed him worth the story, anyway.
On the Zariman – I didn’t come out quite as unscathed as the others, she’d explained, self-effacing humor lighting her tone. His hand rested between both of hers, now, as she worried at where her nails had broken his skin; the marks hadn’t bothered him nearly as much as the apologies, because there was no reason, to him, for the latter.
Hushed, she’d leaned forward, as if at any minute the other crewmembers would come charging down the ramp. I hear its whispers all the time, Yano, she’d said, and hadn’t elaborated on what it was. It finds me very amusing.
Now, he isn’t squeamish or shy; he doesn’t consider himself someone who scares easily. He might even have the generalization about ‘all Tenno being like that’ wrong, because truth is, he really only knows the two. What he knows for certain is that the Tenno toe the strange, dangerous line between the real and the unblinking – and he was never of the Veil’s most spiritual, but even he feels a bit of the reverent chill that comes when thinking of the Lidless Eye.
From where she stands too still now in one of the Railjack’s alcoves, Yanovan can see the light tremble that’s overcome her entire frame. He is versed in these episodes by this point, and the familiarity does nothing to make it any less unnerving. But he doesn’t shy away from solutions to things; he strides forward, instead, to stand sentry at her shoulder.
“Hey. Hey, can you hear me? Listen. We’re on the Railjack,” he says, gruff, because of course they’re on the Railjack, and he understands grounding techniques but it doesn’t make him feel any less silly when he tries his hand at them, “you’re standing right next to me in engineering, Harlow, in the very back of the ship. I’m reconfiguring – well, I was reconfiguring the forges.” He shifts, casting around the ship’s interior in search of something to point out.
“The, uh. Rell. Okay. Let’s focus on our surroundings. The vibrating you can feel and hear under your feet? It’s, what, seventy decibels? That’s the negentropy capacitors being scrubbed. If you listen hard, you can also hear Arang and Morii shifting inventory a deck above us – Arang dropped a crate just now, hear that? If you look, you can see how the accents and displays are a little brighter. The overhaul of the light systems was fully integrated last week, but you weren’t here, so…” He’s digging his teeth into the inside of his cheek and scowling and absolutely not moving from his spot, because he’s helping as best he can, but this kind of gentle borders on excruciating. And he keeps talking. All he can do. Just keeps talking.
Junah is still stuck in her head, but her fingers reach out to wrap around, and then tighten, against his own; he can hear her breath beginning to even out. It is excruciating, but this is the sort of thing one endures for a Tenno that one is maybe-sort-of-slightly attached to. He’s worried and uncomfortable and he keeps holding her hand anyway even though he wants to crawl out of his own skin a little bit, because that’s what he does.
It’s his job, he would be quick to say, except that this really falls into the extracurricular zone, and there was never any fine print in the contract about the personal demons of capable people you think about too often.
He bears it like he does everything else, with a too-tight jaw and an intensity that couldn’t exist if he really, truly did not want it.
“… but what makes the Rakta Cernos broadhead different from the standard is the fletching. Helical, not offset. Stabilizes the shot – better for big targets. I don’t – use mine. Much. Lately. Not Tenno pristine, sure, but you might be able to do something with it –”
And Yanovan gets where he stands here. He knows that he exists on the outer circles of the Tenno and their liminal, oblique lives – barely a stagehand, if that. He’s not there to fully comprehend them. He’s there to play the support and the watcher, to have their backs and marvel at the artistry and sometimes, witness firsthand the pain it has caused them, to make it off the Zariman.
Suddenly, just like that, he would half like a chance to meet eyes with the thing lurking over his operators’ shoulders. Not to look at it in frozen, awed terror, but to snarl at it for its gall.
When he glances down to find Junah looking back at him, cognizant, the wry gratitude on her face is almost enough to soften the thought. Almost.
But he didn’t earn his name by smothering grudges.
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